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August 9. Story of the Day: Cat and Parrot

This is a story I found in How to tell stories to children by Sara Cone Bryant.

You can also find this story as told by Crooke and Rouse in their book of folktales from India. If you compare the two versions, you will see that Bryant has adapted the story for school children, and she has also left out the starting point of the story when the parrot earns the cat's enmity by being very lazy about the farmwork they are supposed to share.

The version by Crooke and Rouse uses the phrase "Gobble, gobble, slip, slop" one time, while Bryant turns that into the refrain of the story repeated over and over: "slip! slop! gobble!" There is even a recent children's book based on this story which uses that refrain as the title: Gobble, Gobble, Slip, Slop: A Tale of a Very Greedy Cat by Meilo So.


The story is classified as ATU 2028. The Devouring Animal that was Cut Open, and you might compare this story from India to the Norwegian story of The Greedy Cat: the details are different, but the stories are basically "the same" as you will see.

And if you are looking for more, here are the previous Stories-of-the-Day.



THE CAT AND THE PARROT

Once there was a cat, and a parrot. And they had agreed to ask each other to dinner, turn and turn about: first the cat should ask the parrot, then the parrot should invite the cat, and so on. It was the cat's turn first.

Now the cat was very mean. He provided nothing at all for dinner except a pint of milk, a little slice of fish, and a biscuit. The parrot was too polite to complain, but he did not have a very good time.

When it was his turn to invite the cat, he cooked a fine dinner. He had a roast of meat, a pot of tea, a basket of fruit, and, best of all, he baked a whole clothes-basketful of little cakes! — little, brown, crispy, spicy cakes!

Oh, I should say as many as five hundred.

And he put four hundred and ninety-eight of the cakes before the cat, keeping only two for himself.

Well, the cat ate the roast, and drank the tea, and sucked the fruit, and then he began on the pile of cakes. He ate all the four hundred and ninety-eight cakes, and then he looked round and said, "I'm hungry; haven't you anything to eat?"

"Why," said the parrot, "here are my two cakes, if you want them?"

The cat ate up the two cakes, and then he licked his chops and said, "I am beginning to get an appetite; have you anything to eat?"

"Well, really," said the parrot, who was now rather angry, "I don't see anything more, unless you wish to eat me!"

He thought the cat would be ashamed when he heard that— but the cat just looked at him and licked his chops again, — and slip! slop! gobble! down his throat went the parrot!

Then the cat started down the street. An old woman was standing by, and she had seen the whole thing, and she was shocked that the cat should eat his friend. \

"Why, cat!" she said, " how dreadful of you to eat your friend the parrot!"

"Parrot, indeed!" said the cat. "What's a parrot to me ? — I've a great mind to eat you, too." And — before you could say "Jack Robinson" — slip! slop! gobble! down went the old woman!

Then the cat started down the road again, walking like this, because he felt so fine.

Pretty soon he met a man driving a donkey.

The man was beating the donkey, to hurry him up, and when he saw the cat he said, "Get out of my way, cat; I'm in a hurry and my donkey might tread on you."

"Donkey, indeed!" said the cat, "much I care for a donkey! I have eaten five hundred cakes, I've eaten my friend the parrot, I've eaten an old woman, — what's to hinder my eating a miserable man and a donkey?"

And slip! slop! gobble! down went the old man and the donkey.

Then the cat walked on down the road, jauntily, like this. After a little, he met a procession, coming that way. The king was at the head, walking proudly with his newly married bride, and behind him were his soldiers, marching, and behind them were ever and ever so many elephants, walking two by two.

The king felt very kind to everybody, because he had just been married, and he said to the cat, "Get out of my way, pussy, get out of my way, — my elephants might hurt you."


"Hurt me!" said the cat, shaking his fat sides. "Ho, ho ! I've eaten five hundred cakes, I've eaten my friend the parrot, I've eaten an old woman, I've eaten a man and a donkey; what's to hinder my eating a beggarly king?"

And slip! slop! gobble! down went the king; down went the queen; down went the soldiers, —and down went all the elephants!

Then the cat went on, more slowly; he had really had enough to eat, now. But a little farther on he met two land-crabs, scuttling along in the dust. "Get out of our way, pussy," they squeaked.

"Ho, ho ho!" cried the cat in a terrible voice. "I've eaten five hundred cakes, I've eaten my friend the parrot, I've eaten an old woman, a man with a donkey, a king, a queen, his men-at-arms, and all his elephants; and now I'll eat you too."

And slip! slop! gobble! down went the two land-crabs.

When the land-crabs got down inside, they began to look around. It was very dark, but they could see the poor king sitting in a corner with his bride on his arm; she had fainted.

Near them were the men-at-arms, treading on one another's toes, and the elephants, still trying to form in twos, — but they couldn't, because there was not room. In the opposite corner sat the old 'woman, and near her stood the man and his donkey. But in the other corner was a great pile of cakes, and by them perched the parrot, his feathers all drooping.

"Let's get to work!" said the land-crabs.

And, snip, snap, they began to make a little hole in the side, with their sharp claws. Snip, snap, snip, snap, — till it was big enough to get through. Then out they scuttled.

Then out walked the king, carrying his bride; out marched the men-at-arms; out tramped the elephants, two by two; out came the old man, beating his donkey; out walked the old woman, scolding the cat; and last of all, out hopped the parrot, holding a cake in each claw. (You remember, two cakes was all he wanted?)

But the poor cat had to spend the whole day sewing up the hole in his coat!

July 17. Story of the Day: Rat Princess

The story comes from How to tell stories to children by Sara Cone Bryant, and her source was Frank Rinder's Old World Japan.

The story is classified as ATU 2031. Stronger and Strongest. This form of the folktale in which there is a groom-quest goes back to ancient India (you can find it in the Panchatantra), and from India it then spread both east throughout Asia, and also to Europe. In some versions, the story is about a mouse-turned-into-a-woman, but there is no metamorphosis in this story; instead, the story is about a rat princess whose parents reject all the rat princes as her suitors. Instead, they want to find the strongest husband... and the chain of choices leads to a surprising happily-ever-after!

Looking for more stories? Click here for previous Stories-of-the-Day.



THE RAT PRINCESS




Once upon a time, there was a Rat Princess, who lived with her father, the Rat King, and her mother, the Rat Queen, in a rice field in faraway Japan. The Rat Princess was so pretty that her father and mother were quite foolishly proud of her, and thought no one good enough to play with her.

When she grew up, they would not let any of the rat princes come to visit her, and they decided at last that no one should marry her till they had found the most powerful person in the whole world; no one else was good enough. And the Father Rat started out to find the most powerful person in the whole world.

The wisest and oldest rat in the rice field said that the Sun must he the most powerful person, because he made the rice grow and ripen; so the Rat King went to find the Sun. He climbed up the highest mountain, ran up the path of a rainbow, and traveled and traveled across the sky till he came to the Sun's house.

"What do you want, little brother?" the Sun said, when he saw him.

"I come," said the Rat King, very importantly, " to offer you the hand of my daughter, the princess, because you are the most powerful person in the world; no one else is good enough."

"Ha, ha!" laughed the jolly round Sun, and winked with his eye. "You are very kind, little brother, but if that is the case the princess is not for me; the Cloud is more powerful than I am; when he passes over me I cannot shine."

"Oh, indeed," said the Rat King, "then you are not my man at all; " and he left the Sun without more words. The Sun laughed and winked to himself. And the Rat King traveled and traveled across the sky till he came to the Cloud's house.

"What do you want, little brother?" sighed the Cloud when he saw him.

"I come to offer you the hand of my daughter, the princess," said the Rat King, " because you are the most powerful person in the world; the Sun said so, and no one else is good enough."

The Cloud sighed again. "I am not the most powerful person," he said; "the Wind is stronger than I — when he blows, I have to go wherever he sends me."

"Then you are not the person for my daughter," said the Rat King proudly; and he started at once to find the Wind. He traveled and traveled across the sky, till he came at last to the Wind's house, at the very edge of the world.

When the Wind saw him coming he laughed a big, gusty laugh, "Ho, ho !" and asked him what he wanted; and when the Rat King told him that he had come to offer him the Rat Princess's hand because he was the most powerful person in the world, the Wind shouted a great gusty shout, and said, "No, no, I am not the strongest; the Wall that man has made is stronger than I; I cannot make him move, with all my blowing; go to the Wall, little brother!"

And the Rat King climbed down the skypath again, and traveled and traveled across the earth till he came to the Wall. It was quite near his own rice field.

"What do you want, little brother?" grumbled the Wall when he saw him.

"I come to offer you the hand of the princess, my daughter, because you are the most powerful person in the world, and no one else is good enough."

"Ugh, ugh," grumbled the Wall, " I am not the strongest; the big gray Rat who lives in the cellar is stronger than I. When he gnaws and gnaws at me I crumble and crumble, and at last I fall; go to the Rat, little brother."

And so, after going all over the world to find the strongest person, the Rat King had to marry his daughter to a rat, after all; but the princess was very glad of it, for she wanted to marry the gray Rat all the time.


Bird Thoughts

This poem comes from How to tell stories to children by Sara Cone Bryant; the author of the poem is not known ("anonymous" is the information provided by Bryant's source).

This is not a folktale, but the little bird's exploration of its world unfolds in a very nice series from stanza to stanza.


BIRD THOUGHTS



I lived first in a little house,
And lived there very well;
I thought the world was small and round,
And made of pale blue shell.

I lived next in a little nest,
Nor needed any other;
I thought the world was made of straw,
And brooded by my mother.

One day I fluttered from the nest
To see what I could find.
I said, "The world is made of leaves;
I have been very blind."

At length I flew beyond the tree,
Quite fit for grown-up labors.
I don't know how the world is made,
And neither do my neighbors!